Blaise had woke up that morning and took a long shower. Everything was running threw his mind so he went to look around for his journal. Fuck where is it He started to throw all his stuff around trying to find it. Not that it was a huge mess considering he didn't own much. "Fuck" He picked everything up and threw it on his bed. He started to look in the common room. Oh yeah...writing everything in a book. SMART! "Fuck!" He walked down to the Great Hall. I guess some Slytherin took it...or did I leave it out somewhere? "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"